"In Hiding We Found Love" one on one (closed)

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"N-no…" Atticus trailed off, unsure if he actually did have a fever. That bullet could've held any amount of poison that would cause a reaction like that.

"No, not a fever." He says frowning.
"So, what was your life like before the hunters came?" He asks, wanting to know more about the cute boy.

"Um, well…" Atticus shifted nervously. "When I was in the realm of Hevean, I was a Guardian angel. I was assigned to children who needed protection qnd guidance, and provided those services whenever needed." Atticus paused, unsure if he wanted to continue. He took a shaky breath anyways and pressed on. "But then… she came along…"

"She sounds like a bitch." He stated and poured Atticus a mug of tea.
"Here." He offered and gave him the mug of tea. "Continue."

"Thank you…" Atticus whispered gratefully as he took the mug of tea and sipped gently from the cup. He continued as Avery asked. "She slaughtered all of my wards–innocent children. Gutted them right in front of me and forced me to watch as she chained me. She then attempted to kill me as well…" Atticus's face grew somber and he lowered his head. "To be honest… I wish she had succeeded."

"Nah, your too pretty to die." He says and pats his back awkwardly. It is obvious that he hates touch and has not comforted anyone in a long, long time.

"Thanks…" Atticus was too lost in his memories to process that the siren had actually complimented him in his words. He stiffened slightly at the physical touch, but soon relaxed. It had been a while since he had been comforted like this.

"Okay, well its night and night means sleep." he says, quickly changing the subject as he pulls a blanket out of his bag. "Here" he gives it to Atticus and pulls one out for himself

"Wha–?" Atticus looked out the cave mouth, surprised to find that it was indeed becoming night. "Do you think we'll be safe here?" He asked warily as he accepted the blanket.

"Yup, im a light sleeper" he says and lays down, pretending to be asleep to hide how red his face was.

Atticus looked between the siren and the opening of the cave, doubtful Avery would be able ro hear anything until it was right outside. But instead of voicing his concerns, he slowly followed suit and wrapped himself into a blanket burrito, getting as comfortable as he could on the dirt floor.

"Plus, im tripping the place with sound bombs." he says quietly, shoving the blanket over his face after he had spoken.

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Atticus turned to Avery, thinking the siren had said something about bombs, but found him covered in a blanket instead. He curled back up in his blanket burrito state and attempted to fall into an uneasy rest.

TIME SKIP TILL MORNING, BITCHES

Avery wakes up, realizing that he in fact is not a goddamn morning person. "Forgot how much I fucking hate mornings." He mutters, stretching his arms.

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Atticus still slept soundly in his blanket burrito, letting out a light snore every now and again.

Avery walked over to Atticus, he lent down and shook him. "Hey, you need to get up. We need to move." He says, still shaking him.

Atticus bolted out of his blanket and grabbed Avery's hand, thinking he was being attacked. He quickly released Avery once he recognized the siren as a friend. "S-sorry. Um yeah," Atticus stumbled out.

"Its fine, but we need to go soon." He says, pushing himself away and going to pack his bag.

"Alright…" Atticus fluffed his feathers slightly as he let a few uncomfortable wing beats escape him. He walked over to the blanket and returned it to Avery before going to the burnt-out fire pit and spread the ashes with his foot, making sure there weren't any burning coals left over. After that was done, he grabbed the bark pieces they used for plates last night and chucked them into the woods from the mouth of the cave. He then waited by the entrance for the siren and also kept a lookout for any approaching hunters in the crisp morning air.

Avery looks up. "You might not want to take a step, i haven't disabled the sound mines." he looks back down and shoves everything else into his bag, cracking his neck and standing up.

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(shit shit shit sorry. Been busy and I forgot about this hhhhh)

You good fam.//

Avery looks up. "You might not want to take a step, i haven't disabled the sound mines." he looks back down and shoves everything else into his bag, cracking his neck and standing up.

Atticus quickly looked between Avery and around the perimeter of the cave, not doubting his words and actually scooted slightly backward into the cave. His wings itched to get flying again and to leave this dangerous place. "So um… where are you going to be heading?" Atticus asked the siren, thinking the guy wanted to go his own seprate way.